Damaris: It makes no difference what you do to me. But know this, the Ori are all-seeing. They are already aware of this affront to their eminence, and shall strike down those who dare to defy them.
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: Nothing yet. You?
Dr. Daniel Jackson: Drawin' a blank. A little thirsty.
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: That doesn't count.
Dr. Daniel Jackson: No, it doesn't.
Dr. Daniel Jackson: That warm, fuzzy feeling you're experiencing may be the effects of a device that's inhibiting your ability to concentrate and focus your powers.
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: Symptoms may include dizziness, irritability...
Dr. Daniel Jackson: Nausea.
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: Mild nausea, and a condition known as hotdog fingers.
Damaris: We are beacons on the road to enlightenment.
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: No. You're dark-side intergalactic encyclopedia salesmen.
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: It's a Norwegian cheese, I think. Spelled with a "G" or a "J", maybe both. Jgetost, Gjetost, something like that. So then, what you do is you dice up the cheese, you toss it in with egg whites, then you chop up some avocado, throw it all together... whoa, daddy! You've got yourself a wicked omelet. General! We were just exchanging recipes.
Major General Hank Landry: I heard. Has he offered up anything?
Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell: No, sir. The man doesn't even have a decent pie crust.